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My mother sends her love to complete strangers

November 24, 2013 - 12:00am

Last weekend, with the full moon hanging over our house, I came home to Gulod and found my 69-year-old mother glued to the TV, her partially blind eyes puffy red from crying while watching survivors of...

Allure

Such love!

May 26, 2013 - 12:00am

On May 23, Thursday, my mother woke up very early as usual, went to the kitchen and filled a big ceramic mug with hot water. With a full smile crisscrossing her face, she reached for the instant coffee and scooped...

Allure

Sukli

By Teban ug Goliat | September 19, 2011 - 12:00am

NANAY: (nasuko) Hoy Teban gisugo ta man ka’g ginamos ganina hain man ang sukli?

Banat Kalingawan

Seventy-six

September 18, 2011 - 12:00am

On my father’s birthday last Wednesday, my mother woke up very early, put on her nicest blouse and puffed Johnson’s baby powder on her face.

Allure

My father's hammock is now empty

January 31, 2010 - 12:00am

Under the himbaba-o tree, my father’s hammock seemed to be still despite the blowing amihan breeze.

Allure